"Could it be the 'titular husband'?!" Blowing the painting tightened his heart, and subconsciously asked.

Yan Shuangfei smiled, and was not in a hurry to say, but asked with interest: "Why do you think it's him?" ”

Blowing the painting grinned and sketched a big smile. "Hehe, in fact, I noticed just now that Qiqi has a gentle color on your face when you mention him, which is completely different from when you mention the other two."

"Is it, so obvious?!" Yan Shuangfei was shocked this time, and subconsciously touched his face, like a little girl who had been pierced through her heart.

She smiled and nodded her head while laughing, and said, "Look, you see, when you mention this, your face is red." ”

Yan Shuangfei smiled silently, lowered his head a little shyly, and smiled at the corners of his mouth, but there was a little bitterness. "It's a pity...... Even if you realize this, it won't help. ”

"Why? Doesn't he love you? Fuki put away his smile and asked suspiciously.

"I don't love it." Yan Shuangfei responded simply, and added. "In his heart, there is another person."

"Qiqi ......" felt a pain in his heart, and subconsciously reached out to hold Yan Shuangfei's hand.

Yan Shuangfei smiled comfortingly at the blowing painting and said, "I'm fine." She shook the hand of the painting back, not wanting her to feel sorry for her. Painting, I don't know why, I always feel that you are very kind, that's why I have said so many things to you, don't bother me. ”

"Nothing." Blowing the painting still looked sad, and the small mouth was also high, holding Yan Shuangfei's hand tightly, his eyes were full of sincerity. "Qiqi, don't worry, you are so beautiful and kind to people, he will definitely like you."

Yan Shuangfei was moved by the childish but sincere words of the painting and laughed silently.

After pondering for a while, he asked, "Then what method do you use...... Only then did he determine that his beloved was him? ”

When he said this, his face was inexplicably hot. Yan Shuangfei didn't realize it, but he just indulged in his own story and shared it with the blowing painting.

"When I was unconscious, I had a dream about the three of them. I dreamed that the man I was attached to had left me, and I was reluctant, and I was even more moved by the fact that he gave up his life to save me...... However, it was only moving. ”

"Is that your friend who was killed by thieves?" Fuki asked subconsciously.

Yan Shuangfei nodded, acquiescing, with a sad look on his expression. "Yes, he didn't even care about his life for me. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have had a chance to escape from that thief......"

"Well, in that case, he loves you very much...... "Fukika said thoughtfully, not knowing what was going on in his quirky head.

Yan Shuangfei chuckled, but it was extremely bitter. "Well, he loves me a lot. I used to think I loved him very much. Later, after meeting that person, I realized what true love is. ”

"True love?" The eyes of the blowing paintings glistened with anticipation.

"In fact, at the beginning, I deliberately took that feeling of attachment as love just to find love, but he is a person who can make me really want to stay by his side regardless of the constraints of destiny."

The blowing painting was brought into the clouds by Yan Shuangfei's words, and she scratched her head, very puzzled.

Yan Shuangfei didn't explain more, so he had to say lightly: "When I was unconscious, I dreamed that I was chased and killed by the man in black, and finally met him. The moment I saw him, it seemed that the whole sky was clear, and my whole heart was settled. However, when I saw another woman standing beside him, my heart fell from heaven to hell, and it was completely shattered. At that moment, I realized how important he was to my heart. ”

"Even when another person confessed to me, I still had him in mind. Although I comforted myself by saying that the affectionate man in front of me was the person I liked at first sight and was my destined dependence, ...... What makes me care more is that the one in my heart likes other women, and I ...... You can only quit. ”

"I can only quit so that I can give him back a free life and make him happy. And I shouldn't let down the hard-working people around me. I can't trace that dream, so why don't I accept the infatuation in front of me, so that there is one less person in this world who is sad for love. ”

This is the first time that Yan Shuangfei has heard what he said in his heart to others. Qi'er was her personal maid, but she was in a confused period at that time, so naturally she didn't say anything to Qi'er. For some reason, this blow painting, who has only known her for less than a day, has given her a warm feeling between good friends, and she can't help but want to share her inner world with her.

"Qiqi, you're so stupid." It was rare to be quiet when he was blowing, and his eyes were filled with tears.

Yan Shuangfei looked at the blowing painting with a smile, but he was a little surprised in his heart. Does blowing painting also have a sense of resonance, why is it so sad? Suddenly, Xingshu's face gradually appeared in Yan Shuangfei's mind, and the girl in front of him was afraid that she had already secretly promised someone.

"Hey, Qiqi, you just said two people, what about the third person?" Fuki asked suddenly.

Yan Shuangfei was stunned, his heart was mixed, and he didn't know where to start.

"That man...... It's what I think is the most intimate friend I've always had. He was warm and cheerful, uninhibited, and treated me very well all the time...... If I have anything on my mind or need help with something, I will come to him. Recalling the time spent with Liang Ye, Yan Shuangfei suddenly felt an inexplicable sadness.

"That'...... And then? Blowing the painting also sensed that something was wrong in Yan Shuangfei's tone, and asked softly.

"Later......" Yan Shuangfei sighed lightly, "Later, he changed, maybe he never changed, it's just that I didn't recognize him clearly." He framed his own brother, and even when I was hunted down, he was involved......"

"It's too much!" Blowing the painting said angrily, "Fortunately, it's not him you like, otherwise you will be deceived by your feelings!" ”

"If you are deceived about your feelings, you will only be resentful. It's the unattainable happiness that always makes people sad. Yan Shuangfei remembered the moment when she was suddenly pushed away by Duan Qifeng, and she could still feel the heart-rending pain.

"Qiqi ......" wanted to talk and stopped, so he had to gently stroke the back of Yan Shuangfei's hand.

"Hehe, it's come to this, there's no point in saying this. I have no hope for love. I only hope that he can be happy, and I also hope that I can fulfill my wish for revenge. ”

"Qiqi, don't be sad, there will be better people coming to you." Blowing the painting didn't comfort people much, so I had to follow this meaning. Yan Shuangfei just smiled silently, and didn't want to say anything more, but his heart was moved.

Suddenly, the portrait remembered something, and hurriedly asked, "Qiqi, what do you think of our palace master?" ”